Poet: H. D.
Poem of the Day:
May 6 2008
Comment 6 of 6, added on July 19th, 2016 at 4:53 PM.
There are no words t
There are no words to describe how boicadous this is.
Kristy from Trinidad and Tobago, Republic
Comment 5 of 6, added on January 18th, 2013 at 5:28 AM.
Tribute to my GrandmaNinety-two years was not long enoughFor me to learn to atpceriapeThe simplicity of your wisdom and loveBut now, many years too lateSuddenly, graciously I findThe whisper of your wisdomEcho in my mindAnd when the tick of the clock grows heavyAnd the daylight has long grown dimI can still hear the creak of your rocking chairAs you hummed an old German hymnWith the mending basket for othersAlways within your reachAs you helped out busy mothersWith stitches that somehow still teachFor when I think I am too tiredTo move another stepI think of you, my dear GrandmaNever too tired to helpAnd all that I can hope forAs my feet climb this ladder of yearsIs that someday someone will think of meWith a smile shining through their tears
Comment 4 of 6, added on November 4th, 2011 at 1:46 PM.
Was there once a golden apple inscribed "for the fairest"?
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